Novel, Chapter 8-9

 

AttenSHUN!!!!

Chapter Eight: On the road again

The days and nights were getting cooler.  After my run in with the ranger I moved my camp deeper into the woods.  I was pretty certain that nobody had seen the car yet; it was hidden in a good spot and well camouflaged. But the fall hunting season was fast approaching, and I knew that hunters would soon hit the woods in force.  And I certainly could never make it out here all winter.

Good News: Shirley Sherrod is no longer racist! Bad News: NAACP still is racist!

The “news” is that a full tape of Shirley Sherrod giving a speech to the NAACP shows that though she initially discriminated against a white farmer because of his race, towards the end of her dealing with him she stopped discriminating against him and actually put forth her best effort to help him.  Plus, this was a lesson that she learned years ago so presumably she is no discriminates against people based upon their race. 

Her lesson learned?  She learned that this isn’t about a struggle between races, it’s a struggle between rich and poor. Oh, just fucking swell!  Now she no longer discriminates against white people, she discriminates against those whom she considers “rich,” whatever the  hell being “rich” means.  I sure hope that she never has official governmental dealings with me!  Even though my family and friends know I’m not rich, she might mistakenly conclude that I am.   Sorry, bitch:  I don’t want any governmental employee discriminating against anybody, be they rich or poor, black or white, man or woman.  Good riddance, and don’t let the door hit you on the ass on  your way out. 

But what is really news is that the NAACP, at least those in attendance at her speech, still are racist!  She told the story of how she mistreated a white farmer strictly because he was white, and sent him to “one of his kind” a white lawyer for help. None of those listening knew in advance that she would eventually learn her lesson and actually help the white farmer.  As she was saying how she discriminated against him based on his race, none of them condemned her.  Instead, it was similar to listening to a black preacher on T.V. in front of his black congregation (minus the “amen”s).  They laughed. 

That speech [relevant portion begins at 17:33] was given just a few months ago.  That means that those in attendance, all members of the NAACP, are still racists. And the NAACP claims that the Tea Party is raaaaacist, without any proof whatsoever. 

Now, some astute readers might be thinking that those listening were just being polite.  I say bullshit.  Imagine if it was a white Republican giving that speech before them and she was talking about discriminating against a black farmer solely because of his race. You think that those racists would sit there and laugh about it? 

If you are white, and always wondered what a typical black person thinks about you and says about you behind your back, this is a perfect opportunity to learn the truth.  You are not “their kind.”  They don’t have any obligation to treat you fairly, in a non-discriminatory manner.  The only difference between the NAACP and “The New Black Panthers” is that the latter are open and honest about how they feel, while the former just shares their true feelings when they think Whitey will never hear about it. 

Meanwhile, 95% of blacks still support the incompetent President, strictly because he is 1/2 black, while the rest of society recognizes that he is an incompetent boob.

John Doe

Quote of the day

“If tax cuts are spending and spending is an investment doesn’t that make tax cuts an investment?”

Posted by commenter called “Ed” on “The Hill” in response to The Moronic Rep. (Cal-R) Pete Stark’s comments in support of his–what else?–moronic bill to tax currency transactions.  Basically, he says it is just a small tax–0.005 percent–and such a tax on dollar transactions would raise $28 billion a year and reduce currency speculation by 14 percent.  ”The money raised would be put toward investments in children, global health and climate change mitigation.”

What kind of dumbphuck does this?  It’s okay to raise taxes so long as we spend it to help good causes?  Here’s a clue you imbecile.  We are taxed enough already.  Just stop.  If you have some really good cause to spend our taxes on, spend it.  Don’t squander our taxes on shit that we don’t need, then try to raise more taxes for the really really good causes that still exist because you squandered our money in the first place.  Go die, you stupid arrogant p.o.s.

SJC Americans Fighting Socialism In Their Community

Cross-posted at Viewed From The Right.

Folks, if you are not doing this, or helping someone do this in your own hometown, you are giving Libs an opportunity to dig in like ticks!

The Brown and SJC Americans are a great template for home-spun community action.  Here is what they are up against this month:  City sanctioned parking areas for areas supporting over-saturated multi-family dwellings (thing 3 families living in a single 1 bedroom apartment). The city proposes to pay for this with local taxes or property tax dollars.

SJC Americans:  www.sjcamericans.com

Good Evening Patriots!

Just wanted to bring to your attention an agenda item for tomorrow night’s meeting at 6:30 at City Hall.

If you have ever wondered what impact the Redevelopment Agency has on our City, this will be an eye opener.  The CRA, as it’s called, invokes eminent domain, REQUIRES the City to provide Affordable Housing and acts as a slush fund for the City Council.

In this case, item D1 on the CRA agenda is entitled “Downtown Global Parking Strategy”.  Does that sound like something our “village” of 35,000 needs?  Have you read Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand?  Socialism!  The City plans on taking parking from private property owners and then “sharing” it with other properties.

Current Council Member and former Mayor Mark Nielsen states  ”Part of the essence of a small town is its ultimate sense of the extended family. At times some of the family may have to give in order to benefit the larger family.”  WOW!

Please consider expressing your view on this subject, either by speaking out at the City Council meeting or writing to the Council at cityclerk@sanjuancapistrano.org.  Even if you do not live in San Juan Capistrano, this concept may be coming to your City sooner than you think.

Unfortunately, we will not be here to attend but we hope some or many of you will take a stand against globalization of anything!

-LTB

Novel, Chapter 7

[Remember, if you just started you can read the rest by clicking at the top of the page where it says Novel, Chapters 1-7]

Yo! YO! Looky here!

Chapter Seven: Living in the lap of luxury

I spent the next several days camping in “Little Goshen.”  Anne supplied a pup tent, a fry pan, some primitive food, and company.  I ate spam, spam, and more spam, with whatever else she happened to bring.  The Buick was safely hidden at the end of a road nobody seemed to use.  I had a cheap phone with some pre-purchased minutes, thanks to Wal-Mart. And Anne.  I spent my days gathering fire wood, cooking my food, and reading cheap novels.  And looking forward to Anne’s next visit. 

Some Sunday Celtic Rock

I remember finding this album in the bargain bin at a record store in Kaiserslautern, Germany back in 1978. I was pleasantly surprised by their music. The album seems to tell a story progressing with each song.

For your listening pleasure, Mike

Cross posted from thatmrgguy

Descent Into Hell

A short story (fiction)

His earliest memory was his mother loving him.  Then at age 4, she died in a car wreck. She was driving, he was her only passenger.  She was thrown from the car, after she ran a stop sign.  He listened to her die all the way to the hospital. 

Novel, Chapter 6

ATTENTION!!

Chapter Six: Finally, I catch a break

The tenseness on her face seemed to melt away.  She gave a sigh, and I heard a muffled click.  I had not noticed that her right hand had been in her baggy pant pocket until just then. She carefully pulled her hand out, holding a Derringer .45 caliber single shot.  “Sorry, a gal can’t be too careful.”  The noise had been her un-cocking it.

 I couldn’t hold back a smile.  I carefully pulled my revolver out, pointed it in the opposite direction that she was standing and opened it up to show her that it was empty.  After my close call with the old man and the kids, I had vowed that no civilian would be hurt, even accidentally, by any of my actions.  After thinking it over, I was not too sorry that the state trooper got hit instead of me.  He had been trying to kill me.

 I tried to break the awkward silence.  “How often do you get out here?” 

We;re Ready to Upchuck Here!

This young lady’s telling it like it is!

Via Stephen Kruiser

Cross posted from thatmrgguy

NAACP Wants to Make Neverland a State Park

It’ll never work. What kind of attractions are they going to have? Hmmm…”This is the pedophilia room where you can experience the joy Micheal felt when he molested young boys”. Or…” Here is where Micheal and his Chimp, Bubbles, romped and played”. Read the story here.

Give me a f#@king break! I’m soooo glad I don’t live in that state anymore. Guess you’re moving just in time LTB.

Mike…aka thatmrgguy